These days, I have been thinking about some of the boys I once thought the sun rose and set upon. The dark haired boy from elementary school who was by far the most beautiful thing I had ever seen. The red head who was a year older than I was whom I still see around the city with his adorable child. The troubled boy from Grade 9 whom my friends labelled "Mr. X" so as to be more clandestine. The other red head boy with the freckles from high school who rode a motorcycle and once hugged me in the hallway.
I have wanted to make a list of all their names - the boys I had a crush on in school - in vain hopes they "Google" their own name and stumble across me and my brilliance. Of course, they would discover a great fondness for me and call me up, ask me out and fall madly in love.
Wouldn't that be romantic?
Or, you know, creepy?